Page 75 of Major Penalty

Because I want her to feel it.

I want every nerve in her body to remember what it means to take me.

I wrap my fist around my shaft and sink in deeper. Her gasp breaks the air, helpless and shaky. I feel her walls struggle to take it. She’s even tighter today, her pussy raw and tender from last night. And it only makes me fucking harder. Because it’s mine. The ache, the orgasms, every sore spot—it belongs to me.

“You feel that?” I murmur, grinding my hips forward with punishing control.“That sweet stretch? The way your body’s clinging to mine, like it was made for this?”

Her eyes roll back with a moan as I sink in to the hilt, her body gripping me like it never wants to let go.

I brush her hair off her face, grip her chin, and force her to meet my gaze.

“That’s me, Irene,” I growl, voice low and ragged. “That ache you’ve been carrying around all day? That pulsing need you couldn’t get rid of?”

I lean in, my lips brushing hers, close enough to taste her breath. But I don’t kiss her. Not yet.

“That’s mine. And I don’t plan on letting you forget it.”

She moans, her legs wrapping tighter, hips rising to take me even deeper.

I pull out and thrust back in deeper, savoring every inch of her.

“I want your body to know mine so well,” I murmur against her skin, “that nothing else even exists.”

Another slow, deep roll of my hips.

“I want you aching for this…shaped by it. So full of me that there’s no room for anyone else.”

“Oh my God, Ares!” Her fingers dig into my back, and her head falls back. Her walls tighten even more around me at the words coming from my mouth.

I lean over her, one hand gripping her hip, the other sliding between her thighs again.

She’s so fucking tight around me I can barely move. Every inch is a war. A battle I’m winning. Because even while I’m fucking her on someone else’s kitchen counter, the security camera red-dot blinking right above us, she’s begging for more.

And she still doesn’t know this isn’t a stranger’s house. Doesn’t know she’s not being filmed for the police. But I let her think it—because I need her to want me more than she’s scared of getting caught. I want that kind of hunger. The kind that drowns out fear and makes her soak for me.

I thrust in again, watching her eyes flutter back as her nails claw at my shoulders.

“You’re insane,” she gasps, yet her hips are rocking forward, taking everything I have to give her.

“And you’re letting me fuck you in someone else’s house.” I smirk.

Her moan breaks on her lips, and I feel the warm trickle of blood as her nails break skin.

“Should I stop?” I ask, dragging my cock all the way out, leaving her empty, then slamming it back in with a sharp snap of my hips.

She cries out, but it’s cut off by my hand around her throat.

I lower my lips a breath away from hers as I keep dragging my cock in and out of her.

“Someone could be watching right now, ready to call the cops as soon as I’m done with you.”

Her body clenches around me so hard I groan.

“And you love it.” I thrust again. Deeper. “Letting me use your body while the camera watches?”

Her breathing’s all over the place now. I release my hold on her neck, an incoherent moan fly out of her parted lips.

“Every word I say makes you squeeze me tighter, doesn’t it?” I growl.

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